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Details | Quatrain | |

The Rose

Tis the rose that wants to live
That rails against the frost,
Tightly closed, the petals warm
The autumn heart that summer lost.

The dew that drips from rose to leaf
Like tears from cheek to breast,
Once was cold, now shimmers warm
To earn, at last, its' rest.

The blackened bud, once struck with cold
Appears to others dead,
But burns within, a passionate soul,
And heart of bright and crimson red.

And bursting forth it cannot hide
The will to live within,
Its' bold and subtle softness tells
Persistent hearts can win.

Craig Cornish
This quatrain poem was written twenty plus years ago and was inspired by a true frost bitten rose at a truly emotional time and its story and message is real and still lives.  I brought the rose in and put it in a vase and it opened to be a perfect rose and like the rose love did the same.



Details | Rhyme | |

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Song Of The Seamen And Their Ship Called Mary Rose

Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves 
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow 

Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report

The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust 

Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out 
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”,   Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!

The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath 

To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood 
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate

The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose 




Details | Free verse | |

My Favorite Devonshire

Winter's Rose

white frost streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
     stroked by cracks
            wrinkles that have weathered life
                 skin once firmly packed sags

in the mirror a figure she doesn’t recognize
    but she laughs
          budding spring beauty
               summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless evenings

restless rebellion came with fall
     withering, yearning

but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
     resignation, acceptance of a life well-lived
               a spirit that will never die

winter’s rose smiles, prepares for eternal life


*Entry for Gail's "Inspirational" poems contest
by Carolyn Devonshire

I can't believe the wonderful contest idea I have been missing out on since I took my brief break from Soup this past weekend. I came back to find many posts of Carolyn Devonshire's most amazing work. And so it was my goal tonight before logging off, to look through my list of favorites and see which one I would choose to showcase. 

Well, there were at least five of her poems that I just loved: "A Forgotten Box," the senryu set "Candlelight Passion," an adorable personification of flowers called "Flower Prom," the profound poem of imagination called "Unicorn," and last but not least, the one shown above here, "Winter's Rose." I decided on this one because earlier today in talking with Carolyn, she expressed to me that "Winter's Rose" happened to be one of her personal favorites. I was so pleased to discover that it was also one I had chosen to put into MY favorites list about a month ago! 

"Winter's Rose" is a poet's look into her own soul. And she uses metaphors of the seasons, something I personally enjoy doing in my own poetry. I love when Carolyn writes this way and I agree with her, this is one of her very best free verse poems ever! I hope Carolyn will continue with her restless spirit well into the deepest of winters. She is an awesome friend and poet! (Carolyn, may your memories be happy ones always. And know that you have many friends here rooting for you. Luv, Andrea )


Details | Free verse | |

PAPER ROSES OF LOVE

Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow,
Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to 
Feeling felt, and yet expressed.
Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate
Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human
Heart.
A unique species of floral design, enchanting the
Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance
All it's own.
Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality
 A white splicing with reds undertow.
Blues calming peaceful shades of hew, 
and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions 
Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine.
A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower,
Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity.
Compassion's evergreen bouquet, 
So many multitudes of description,
It is impossible to describe all,
 For change is the one constant rhythm
Of life itself.
Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away,
A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust.
Not completely forgotten, 
Living only by memory's remembrances,
Of past echoes, 
Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time.
Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass, 
Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly.
But even more delicate are the emotions held within, 
A prism of reflections.
It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul, 
Where the paper roses do grow.
Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious
Bouquet of possibilities to draw from.
A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen,
Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white, 
To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Rhyme | |

Someone Sent Me A Rose

Someone special sent me a rose today
Each rose was a word that touched me in many ways
It told me a story that showed me the most beautiful scene
Of faces of beauty and places i have never been
The words were whispers that called to me
And for that moment from my sorrows i was free
Each rose that fell told me that all beauty comes and goes
But to never forget their is always a new bloom of a rose
For if all this beauty can only be placed in your mind
You have not let all your true inner beauty shine
So to this special someone i thank you so much
For this rose you sent me my heart it truly touched


Details | Ballad | |

12 Red Roses

I picked one rose and cried a tear,
It reminded me of you when you once were near.
I picked another,and of course it was red,
Things that you said went through my head.

The third rose was stunning ,and stood so strong,
Put the three together,in the words of a song.
The fourth rose was shinning, you could see it from here,
Put the four together,and wish i were there.

The fifth rose was sad as it drooped a little,
So i moved it in closer, to the middle.
The six rose said i can help number five,
By teaching him how we all can survive.

The seventh rose had a long and thorny shaft,
It had to be cut , so it would last.
The eight rose smelled like the summer air,
They sell bunches of eight at the summer fair.

The ninth rose said hey, don't forget about me,
Just because you have alligeries and i make you sneeze.
The tenth rose was happy to go with the bunch,
He dident want to end up ,about to be crunched.

The eleventh rose snuggled into the crowd,
Saying hey look at me ,im strong and proud.
The twelveth rose came in at the top of the pick,
Saying im the greatest because i look so slick.

Now that i have all twelve together,
Im going to add in a bunch of feathers.
Send them to you on wings of a Dove,
So that you will always remember  that you are loved.



Details | I do not know? | |

The Beautiful Red Rose

        As Expression of True Love , most every man shall show his love this way   

unto a woman, by giving her a beautiful red rose. There are roses of many colors. 

But there is only one rose that holds the “Radiant light of love” this color stands 

alone.   The “Beautiful Red Rose” That is meant for love between two, man and  

woman.

       The beautiful red rose, with its, slightly intertwining soft petals, within folds. The 

softness beholds such a glow of radiant love. Within the petals are interconnecting 

perfectly within each twining, of its lining, enabling its soft radiant ruby color to 

shine within light. The smell of the delicate rose beholds within a beautiful fragrance 

through each one of the soft rosy petals lining that lingers through the air.

       As each petal of the rose is enriched with its radiant red color within its 

intertwining curves, connecting underneath laced around the radiant red petals is 

deep emerald green leaves, attaching from within a long dark green stem.

       The “Beautiful Red Rose” is given on or before Valentine’s Day, by a man unto a 

woman, in hopes to enriches a love, between them both, man and woman

                     
                   God's Beautiful Delicate Design Of His Divine Love Shown...

                                             "The Beautiful Red Rose"
                                                  
Gods' Love Is More Everlasting than this...
Come Believe in Jesus... Receive Gods' Divine Love of Grace given..Eternal Life...


Details | Ballad | |

I am that I am

My savior was born a man,
He came from heaven, but a man is what he became.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
He became all of this and more,
For he knew that only in the form of a servant,
Could he save the lost, and set the captives free.
But there came a time,
I tell you, there came a time,
When he rose up and claimed his former self,
And knew his nature,
I am that I am, He said.
I am that I am.
I was born a boy.
Ordinary, fallen, vulnerable, weak, and confused.
Almost worthy of the condemnation that this world has shamed upon me and 
mine,
Almost worthy of the epistemological inferiority, that the world complexly imputes 
to me,
I was born a boy,
Full of rage and anger, when they called me “boy” out of their own confusion.
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
I was born a boy,
But I came to a man, who is a God, but was a man,
And said, “Lord transform me, my God, transform me into what you will for me to 
be”
And he showed me pain.
And he showed me sorrow.
But there came a time,
When I rose up, and claimed the impossible,
To be a child and man simultaneously,
And now I can look American hypocrisy in the face, and say “God Bless You”
And now I can look klu Klux klan firemen in the eye and say I love you.
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to endure,
Black, beautiful, strong, fearless, and resolute to right this world’s wrong and still 
retain my childlike disposition.
I am a man, I tell you.
And that is more than enough!
For once I strived to rise above, but now I seek to rise in love.
For once I strived to get revenge, but now I seek that hatred end.
And men and boys and women to, would claim the light of victory.
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who was a God.
And became fallen, vulnerable, weak, and feeble,
As I felt in a time of trial,
Not because of me, I see, but because of a man, who claimed his former self 
and rose to set me free.
And now, I am true.
Not perfect but a man nonetheless.
I was born a boy,
But I reached to the sky, and said, “God help me”
And now, I AM THAT I AM, I AM MAN!


Details | Free verse | |

The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beautiful Red Rose

        As an Expression of True Love , most every man shall show his love this way   

unto a woman, by giving her a beautiful red rose. There are roses of many colors. 

But there is only one rose that holds the “Radiant light of love” this color stands 

alone.   The “Beautiful Red Rose” That is meant for love between two, man and  

woman.

       The beautiful red rose, with its, slightly intertwining soft petals, within folds. The 

softness beholds such a glow of radiant love. Within the petals are interconnecting 

perfectly within each twining, of its lining, enabling its soft radiant ruby color to 

shine within light. The smell of the delicate rose beholds within a beautiful fragrance 

through each one of the soft rosy petals lining that lingers through the air.

       As each petal of the rose is enriched with its radiant red color within its 

intertwining curves, connecting underneath laced around the radiant red petals is 

deep emerald green leaves, attaching from within a long dark green stem.

       The “Beautiful Red Rose” is given out of Love, by a man unto a 

woman, in hopes to enriches a love, between them both, man and woman

                     
                   God's Beautiful Delicate Design Of His Divine Love Shown...

                                             "The Beautiful Red Rose"
                                                  
Gods' Love Is More Everlasting than this...
Come Believe in Jesus... Receive Gods' Divine Love of Grace given..Eternal Life...


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

This Human Heart

My brother is buried at Arlington National Cemetery. I still remember that day

His Human Heart He laid red rose upon white casket Tears were hidden behind dark glasses People are such righteous asses This question I just had to ask it A wounded heart will not outlast it This human life quickly passes This human dream was love’s excess Why was his love so very wrong? Gender doesn’t really matter Human dreams are still shattered He laid red rose upon white casket Was their love so very wrong? The question I just had to ask it His human heart still sang love’s song.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Sonnet | |

The Lone Night weaver

Silently he weaves his way through nebulous skies
Traversing the night for his place in the sunshine
Beautiful planet he'd seen once upon a dream,
On his breast rests a rose of Sharon of gold streams.

The ride is rough as he must avoid shooting stars,
Attractive for a time, but mirrored dreams they are,
Their fires soon becoming extinguished, gone black
Meeting their doom in the vacuum of black holes' trap.

Such fatal end becomes a blessing in disguise
He learns he must follow a pattern for safe flight
He draws power from the sun and the earth's moon
Whose lights are constant, a sight he knows not to lose.

At long last, near the moon he finds her, his heaven
Her light turned brightest gold by the rose of Sharon.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.07.11


For Francine Roberts' Sonnet contest.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Lovely Rose Flower

Hey Lovely Rose Flower!
I like you very much

Your lovely Soft Leaves
How Nice it is to Touch

Hey Lovely Rose Flower!
I like your Petals very much

How Beautiful you’re Design
Like a Fruit Bunch

When Honey-Bee comes to take Honey,
They get cheery to found like some Money

Hey Lovely Rose Flower!
I like you very much


Details | Romanticism | |

The Four Letter Word

Four letters put together to create one word,
with an impeccable definition.

Love...,
It is a strong word,
Close to the heart, yet
far from the woman you Love.

Butterflies flying, flapping their
orange and white wings in the summer heat.
The butterflies flap, flap their beautiful wings
together in the summertime of Love.

For Love is beautiful, like the summer preludes!

Four letters composed, to a Chopin's masterpiece.
The Romantic pole reaches out, to touch, to hold, to Love.

For these four letters are easy to read
and put together to create a complex concept
with a universal definition.
A four letter word, easy just to say,
but it is harder to show.
For Love is a simple word made up of simple letters,
but a complex meaing that takes most lifetimes to comprehend
and others a short while.

For I've seen hearts broken
and hearts put back together,
with this simple word.
My heart burned, brused, stabbed
knows the dangers of this simple, four letter word.

Love, some think it is a game
to play when you are bored.
Destroying self-esteem of girls,
who are already weak and nieve.
They long for love, but find surrealist dreams,
and see the Man of their dreams slip away in the night.
Gone without a trace.
While she is sucked into false promises,
from simple minded boys,
with only one thing on their mind.

Love..., it is a joke to some.
"I love you," is a laughing stock,
while a slap in the face, and disrespect is in fashion.
Girls, foolish girls walking in lonesome heartbreak,
saying they are in Love.
It is sad to see, and hard to hear, I know it is.

And to me Love is sometimes fair,
and most times a cruel joke.
Love, this four letter word is simple to say, but hard to comprehend.

Love me and I shall take you by the hand
show you caves of mystery,
and skies of grace and meadows, filled with flowers,
dedicated just for you, no one else, but you.
We can make Love on the sandy beaches, under the moonlit sky
under the still stars and shooting ones too.
Have a romantic dinner of oyster-shells and champange and kiss each other,
till we drown in intoxication and fall asleep in each others arms.

huh, Love... A simple, four letter word, that is easy to say,
but even harder to show.


Details | Rondeau | |

carousel in roundel


The carousel round goes to circle feasts
The scent of dusk is solitude's  primrose
- beloved her stare with light shall fade in mists
- the carousel round goes. 

And the enfolding of the silence slows
forsooth advances her response sole kissed
betimes the corteges of night depose.

Disporting round trajectories persist
their merriment of altered times disclose;
- Two loving forms in raindrops dance amidst,
- the carousel round goes. 

© G. V., 08-04-2013
_______________

roundel - Iambic pentameter

contest: "carousel in roundel"
sponsor: nette oncloud 
placement: 1st


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Rhyme | |

Rose Petals

As the rose petals float downward
Like new fallen snow upon soil
The vine looks to the sun upward
Waits patiently for sun rain no toil

Cleariing my mind of all clutter
Feast on eye candy in garden
Walking like butterfly flutter
Beauty surrounds scene lifts burden

Captured away in the spirit
Visit nature on Holy realm
Come to nature God promerit
Each day there is beauty like Elm

Or this morning fireball red sun
Rising on eastern horizon
Waterdroplets infused rose scent stun
Nature's gift on heart emblazon


Details | Blank verse | |

Wild Portland Marion berries

The wild berries of the Northwest 
it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample ,

Almost as The city of Portland  itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you  with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries 

The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple 
a fragrance to savor , what will I do ?
will I make a pie or preserves ?
Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ 

After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon  , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain ,
serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint .

The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest ,
You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way
Many have travelled a far , 

For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you .
Begging your soul to stay and  live the way of a Portlander .

Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is
 like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz,
and opening the amazing door to Colors .


Details | Sonnet | |

The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


Details | Free verse | |

My Love Intended

My love intended for the girl of my dreams,
she walks from side to side,
not knowing that I walk alone.

She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world,
everything around her shakes and trembles
as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance.

The wine is drunk
the last cigarette smoked,
the pain of heartache gone away.

It feels good to see her go my way,
to take the pain with her away from me,
as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes.

A beautiful girl she is mine,
but that course of life shall no surpass mine,
and my heart beats and takes me away
in hope of falling in love.

Irony of love and hate,
it is similar in many ways,
as I sit and think of her.

She angers me,
but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes,
the passion of love enters my mind.

Come now, take me away,
hold me in your beauty,
and love me with your gentle body.

Go into the gardens,
where the nightingales sing,
and sit at the patio's crossway.

Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden,
watch the writers write about the garden,
and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden.

The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves,
the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed,
by her sweet intellegence and beauty.

Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight,
blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face,
her lips and skin smooth and pure.

She is glorious,
My love she is the dream girl,
who comes and takes my nightmares away from me.

As I sit on the park benches,
I light my last cigarette,
and reminicse on the days with my love.

I close my tired eyes only for a moment,
and the moment is gone,
my beauty is gone.

The tears are all gone,
the pain has gone,
the feelings of everlasting love are all gone.

Where did it all go?
Where did my beauty go?
Where did my love go?

All gone now, all gone now,
as I grow old,
the feeling of death takes me by surprise.

The park bench is cold,
the cigarette is burnt out,
I am longing for a drink.

I lay in a wayward cafe
drink a coffee and talk to myself
discussing a book of poetry.

Looking over to the right
I am blinded by beauty once again
this time this is no dream.

Alas, my dream girl came
that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome,
who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind.

She sat with me,
I looked at her
and we smiled together.

We held hands together,
and dreamed together,
forever and ever.

Love everlasting,
everything everlasting,
cigarettes smoked together.

A cloud over our heads
in the shape of a heart
my love.


Details | Rhyme | |

About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 


Details | I do not know? | |

Session Of Out On The Porch

Heavy frost has touched the leaves and ground
Elephant Ears are frozen brown
Pears profusely lay upon the ground
Not turned into preserves or spice jam

Gourds are hanging green upon vines
That have died and turned brown
Signs of winter approach without a sound
Ginko still green even though frost coats it leaves

Holly stands tall with red berries in green
Crow still caws from post in woods 
Life goes on even if not understood 
The Running Rose hangs loaded with buds and blooms

When the sun warms the air will the Rose still bloom
Or will they all turn brown on their lovely face
And then fall to the ground 
No they were spared this round

Out on the cold, cold porch
To commune with nature and God
One more time for this time of praise
One more time for this time of peace


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Couplet | |

The Best of Luck

Remember me,
In every sun set and every rise.
Let no cloud dark your skies. 
When the rose has withered upon it's last peddle,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
When I shall not meet your eyes anymore
We will be what was before. 
I will not be there to hold your hand,
Or guard behind you as you stand.
I will not be your soothing succor,
Or your sweet and subtle future.
Gather all of your fond memories.
Remember me. 

Be me something that you once cherished,
And let my lasting words never perish. 
Be me something you could never sever,
I shall go away forever. 
Into the plains to lay my head,
Where I can lay my worries to rest.
In this place you'll find me not,
For it is a secret place I long have sought. 
I do not know if we shall meet again,
So know that I will always love you until the end.

If you should find yourself at a loss,
Remember me for what I was.
When the rose has withered upon it's last pedal,
I shall no longer mend or meddle.
Love me if you can, like me if you may,
But the winds have come to take me away.
Please keep them safe, all of our memories
And remember me. 
With life's new seed that I have safely tucked,
I now wish you the best of luck.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rapture

The Rapture “13 But I do not want you to be ignorant, brethren, concerning those who have fallen asleep, lest you sorrow as others who have no hope. 14 For if we believe that Jesus died and rose again, even so God will bring with Him those who sleep in Jesus. 15 For this we say to you by the word of the Lord, that we who are alive and remain until the coming of the Lord will by no means precede those who are asleep. 16 For the Lord Himself will descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of an archangel, and with the trumpet of God. And the dead in Christ will rise first. 17 Then we who are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And thus we shall always be with the Lord.” 1 Thess 4:13-17 NKJV Jesus died and rose again, As will the righteous in the first resurrection. With a shout and the voice of an archangel, All will hear God’s trumpet call to salvation. They’ll join their Savior in the air; Followed by those who are alive and remain; Caught up together in the clouds; Immortality to forever claim. Do not sorrow for those who’ve fallen asleep. For they have hope of tomorrow eternal. Wipe the tears from your eyes; Your next meeting by God’s made possible. When our Lord reveals himself, Our human frames, He’ll resemble; The beloved children of God, By The Rapture will assemble. In a resurrected and glorified state, The righteous dead will gaze upon His glory— Maranatha, come, O Lord; The Second Coming no longer a story. The names of those enrolled in heaven, Will be ticked off upon God’s slate. Both the virtuous dead and living; The Gifted eternity to relate. This Rapture will be no secret— The whole earth will see Christ come. Some will cry out for the rocks to fall on them; By His glory they’re totally overcome. Christ is a consuming fire To those who know Him not; They’ve wasted their opportunities— The love of God rejected or forgot! The Rapture completed; God’s people will ascend To the heavenly Jerusalem— One thousand years to spend. The books will be opened To judge the unrighteous dead; Not by God or the heavenly angels, But by previous mortals instead. © Copyright 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | I do not know? | |

The Dying Rose

I walked into the garden,
Picked a dying rose.
A few petals fell to the
ground
As I silently carried it home.
Once inside I filled a vase
with water.
I placed the rose inside, and
set it upon the table.
I sat and drank a cup
of tea
Thinking that maybe, the rose
would enjoy my company.
After a while, I turned in 
for the night.
In the morning when I
awoke,
I looked at the dying rose,
To my surprise, from my love...
                the rose began to bloom.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Unusual Fragrance

The unusual fragrance looms above my room, 
Its owner not yet known, 
Its purpose still a mystery I assume 
Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, 

Its mood is ataraxia, 
Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, 
Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, 
I have it trapped in a booth, 

Smells like angels on a spring break, 
Dancing gloriously in the water fall, 
With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, 
Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, 

Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, 
As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, 
The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, 
As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,


Details | Lyric | |

Voices Of The Night (Revised)

(Verse 1)
Are you afraid of what you don’t understand
Maybe its that guiding light in the dead of night
Or messages given through the stages of life
For me even as a child tomorrow’s been whispering clue’s

(Bridge)
Am I a fool for believing in all those dreams
Pictures in my mind talking to me
Tomorrow is calling today showing my destiny
Am I blessed with an inner gift or am I going insane

(Hook)
Voices of the night
Spiritual souls protecting and guiding our lives
Voices of the night
Spiritual souls helping us to be aware
Voices of the night
Hints from the other side

(Verse 2)
When you close your eyes at night.. just visualize
Reach your hands out into the air.. just believe.
Then open your eyes with surprise
Your destiny in the palm of your hands

(Bridge)
I had another dream last night lots of symbology
Children were laughing and playing
A little boy waved his hand and a rose appeared
I woke up to sunshine and a rose billboard out my window

(Hook)
Voices of the night
Spiritual souls protecting and guiding our lives
Voices of the night
Spiritual souls helping us to be aware
Voices of the night
Hints from the other side



Details | Free verse | |

Only One

"I will stay forever."

Only one can make that promise.
Only one will never fail.
Only one will always be there.
Only one will always care.
Only one gave His life for us.
Only one rose again.
Only one will take us to heaven.
Where joy will never end.

He is the forever.
His promises never broken. 
He will never fail.
He is always with us.
He will always care.
He died on that cross.
He rose to live again.
He will take us to heaven.
Where joy will never end.





Details | Rhyme | |

Trailblazer

Allow me the autonomy
Of innovative spirit
Don’t undermine potential
My purpose, don’t inhibit

Don’t hinder my endeavors
Nor interrupt progression
Be mindful of my right
To meaningful expression

Don’t try to nail my wings
Unjustly to the floor
Don’t stifle my ambition
I earnestly implore

Through fiery determination
I’ll pursue my intuition
With acute awareness
I'll inspire new tradition

Though the odds be great
Against what I believe
Through blazing perseverance
The impossible I’ll achieve

Camille Rose Castillo 2011



Camille Rose Castillo 2011

In recognition of all those throughout history who relentlessly pursued their goals in spite of overwhelming academic, social or professional opposition and oppression. 





Details | Free verse | |

The rose

I watch the rose as it lowers its head, as if given up on the world.
The blood red petals darken and let go, leaving the stem and its harsh thorns.
This once radiant rose is now crashing down, on the table its sat;
until, all the petals are gone and there is nothing left, in the veins.
As it fades and drops, down into the soil, behind is left all that remains.
As time passes this beautiful flower is forgotten.
Given more time the rose begins to rise,
this time stronger, and colored with courage.


Details | Couplet | |

Fire Ball Red

The sun rose red like fireballs being played
Soon as it rose clouds enveloped to stay
Sand rippled the clouds became bleak and gray
Streaks of cobalt, gray and snow white today
But the doves did coo saying I love you
Roosters, crows, chirp rip chirp rip too
At one time magenta undercoated the clouds
Giving hope where non was allowed
The rippled effect like a clam's fine shell
Touched my heart with feelings so it swelled
Such a day to be blessed with life
Why would anyone want to destroy with a knife?
All at once stillness decended, peace, love
As one vulture the sky ascended
Tranquility upon porch surrounded
I could feel its presence my heart astounded
One lone vulture returned in flight
Looking for food or just for fun_delight
The dove coos once again nesting instinct
Has settled upon him
Peace, love, joy am filled
Thank you God for my time being still___


Details | Rhyme | |

The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
 
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
 
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
 
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
 
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
 
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
 
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
 
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
 
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
 
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
 
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
 
- Miliya Parveen


Details | Sonnet | |

Rose That On Trellis Grows

Ya'll remember Rose that on trellis grows
How lovely, her pale pink blossoms in spring
She now has a few dead stems that show
Also some rapid growth, frame overfilling

She needed to be pruned there was no choice
It was painful process, for vinedresser
Hurting to core, in this job didn't rejoice
How it hurt Rose, dripping wounds no lesser

Why did he prune Rose this day _severely
Taking away the newly acquired green
May not know fully answer or reason clearly
Until ages past then old answers seen

He prunes us, cutting away the dead parts
Cuts new growth going in wrong way of the heart_


Details | Free verse | |

roses and narcissus and the sky and the ocean

the sky's lips are the softest when the red rose's and narcissus' petals bloom
but when the heart beats it only steps closer to finishing
so why is the rose red when its passion only leaves it to wilt?
the same reason the yellow narcissus looks down
suppose it knows what the future holds
 
the rose simply tries to ignore that to come
but having passion for now is not its destiny
in the end, the rose will turn dark and unkind
while the narcissus will be too burdened
he will not threaten life with his thorns
 
the sky and the ocean mock their colors
they are the ones who are eternal
not the red rose or the anxious, yellow narcissus
and though their wealth of life is not as great
the rose looks to the sky, and narcissus to the ocean
 
the sky watches the rose’s passion wilt to misery
and the narcissus droop lower and miss his reflection
the sky kisses with radiant lips upon their petals
but fails to save them from their fate
then he returns his face upon the ocean
 
only the sky wishes his color upon the flowers
the ocean’s eyes are oblivious to their colors
she has no idea that her shores are built by their petals
so when the sky mourns upon the ocean, she screams
unable to understand the horror the sky has seen


Details | Couplet | |

Roses From Heaven

I took a single long-stemmed rose to one I loved so dear.
I laid it at the headstone and quietly shed a tear.
A flood of memories filled my soul, the tears began to fall,
Then through the gentle summer breeze I heard a familiar call.
It sounded like a voice I hadn't heard in oh, so long.
The voice of my dear Mother, sweeter than the angels' song.
"My darling daughter, dry your eyes," she whispered in the wind.
"Your pain is temporary.  Someday we'll meet again.
I'll be standing there with Jesus as you cross the great divide,
And together we will wait for you and welcome you inside.
We'll stroll down Heaven's golden streets, walking hand-in-hand,
Just me and you and Jesus as we tour the Promised Land.
You can't even imagine  the beauty that awaits.
I cannot wait to see the joy as it overcomes your face.
I appreciate the rose you brought to symbolize your love.
But I must leave it here below.  We have plenty up above.
So take it with you when you go, and remember what I've spoken.
And try to smile when you think of me, don't let your heart be broken.
Remember all the good times, and the times that are yet to be.
You know I love you with all my heart, and I know that you love me."
As quickly as it had begun, the wind faded away.
Her voice was gone and so I turned to where the red rose lay.
I blinked in total disbelief.  I rubbed my tear-streaked eyes.
There in the place of the single rose was an incredible surprise.
A dozen long-stemmed roses were scattered in its place
I gathered them up quickly, as a smile came to my face.
I took a single long-stemmed rose, and she sent down eleven.
I never will forget the day that roses came from Heaven.


Details | Free verse | |

A simple rose

Buried beneath a concrete rock
A simple rose I am
The mud sunk my beauty
And time revolved passed my sphere.

The strongest stroke of the rain
Conceal my glare
And behind my back left scratches,
Trace, and marks of each season.

In between of a split of a rock
Sweet hands found me
and with immense kindness
restore my form.

I shone like the skyline
Like a lantern my light glow
and in between the magnificent luminary
This fragile rose shone.

Artistic hands of divine creation,
that transform the abstract and gives it worth
and awake the glimpse of the simple admirer
to contemplate a splendid and delicate rose.

 


Details | Free verse | |

Bountiful Love

There’s love forming next to me…
Sometimes it gets me thinking…
What is it like to be loved?
Maybe it’s the most precious rose in the garden
Maybe it’s like the sun ascending…
Maybe it’s the cocoon releasing a butterfly

There’s love brewing here and there…
Sometimes it catches my eye…
When will I experience it?
Maybe it would be the best part of my life?
Maybe it would be nourishing to my heart?
Maybe it would be the stars gleaming in the night?

It’s an afternoon...that feels pleasant 
Love, merriness and joyfulness sprouting beautifully  
It’s a somewhat unsettling moment…
With me around… soaking in remorse that breaks me 

There’s love succumbing in my heart…
But, my passion is slowly sinking…
What if love isn’t worth my time?
Maybe it’s the weeds that choke the vegetation 
Maybe it’s like the moon darkening…
Maybe it’s the bird facing his first flight…

It’s shocking at first,
But it gives young lovers 
The chance to venture
Into the bright side
Of bountiful  love 

Give me a taste
Of bountiful love


Details | Free verse | |

Pale Delicate Rose

The pale delicate rose that he held in his strong hands
No longer is new on the vine holding a slight pink blush.
The rose's petal have begun to lose their moisture, wrinkle, droop soon to fall away. 

This rose so elegant, graceful, drapes the trellis with beauty.
It was the strongest in its spring but summer's heat beat it down.

Then in the fall of its life new growth appeared. An octopus with many arms grew
in all directions.

Now winter with its cold, frost, and possible snow are just around the corner..

What will happen to this delicate rose? Will it survive the winter? Will it come back with new growth and be stronger?..The question waits to be answered..


Details | Haiku | |

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown


Details | Sonnet | |

LIFE: A RACE

'Quit! Give Up! You Are Beaten'
They Shout At Me And Plead
'There's Just Too Much Against You Now'
This Time You Cant Succeed'

And As I Start To Hang My Head
In Front Of Failure's Face
My Downward Fall Is Broken By
The Memory Of That Skating Race! 

And Hope Refills My Weekend Will, 
As I Recall That Scene, 
For Just The Thought Of That Short Race, 
Re-Energied My Being

They All Line Up So Full Of Hope, 
Each Thought To Win That Race, 
Or Tie For First, Or If Not That
Atleast Take Second Place

And Fathers Watched From Off Side
Each Cheering For His Son, 
And Each Boy Helped To Show His Dad, 
That He Would Be The One

The Whistle Blew And Off They Went, 
Young Hearts And Hope Afire.
To Win And Be The Hero There, 
Was Each Boy's Desire.

And One Boy In Particular, 
Whose Dad Was In Crowd, 
Was Running Near The Lead And Thought 
'My Dad Will Be So Proud! '

But As He Speeded Down The Field, 
Across A Shallow Dip, 
The Little Boy Who Thought To Win, 
Lost His Step And Slipped.

So Down He Fell And With Him His Hope, 
He Couldn't Win It Now, 
Embrassed, Sad, He Only Wished, 
To Disappear Some How. 

But As He Fell His Dad Stood Up, 
And Showed His Anxious Face, 
Which To The Boy So Clearly Said, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

He Quickly Rose No Damage Done, 
Behind A Bit, That's All-
And Ran With All His Mind And Might, 
To Make Up For His Fall.

So Anxious To Restore Himself, 
To Catch Up And To Win, 
His Mind Went Faster Than His Legs, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

He Wished Then He Had Quit Before, 
With Only One Disgrace.
I'm Hopeless As A Runner Now, 
I Shouldn't Try To Race.

But In The Laughing Crowd He Searched, 
And Found His Father's Face, 
That Steady Look, He Said Again, 
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

Exerting Everything He Had, 
He Gained Yards Eight To Ten, 
But Trying So Hard To Catch The Lead, 
He Slipped And Fell Again.

'Get Up.', An Echo Sounded Low.
'Get Up And Take Your Place'
You Were Not Meant For Failure Here.
'Get Up And Win The Race! '

They Cheered The Winning Runner, 
As He Crossed Line First Place, 
Head High And Proud And Happy
No Falling No Disgrace.

But When The Fallen Youngster, 
Crossed The Line Last Place, 
The Crowd Gave Him The Greater Cheer
For Finishing The Race.

And To His Dad He Sadly Say, 
'I Did Not Do Too Well'
'To Me You Won', His Father Said
'You Rose Each Time You Fell'.

For All Of Life Is Like That Race, 
With Ups And Downs And All, 
And All Of You Have To Do To Win, 
Is Rise Each Time, You Fall. 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rose

      The rose is a symbol of love.
       It was given out of Gods love
       to each and everyone.
       It blooms each year to let us know
       that God is always near.
       It's beauty is beyond compare
       to any of the other flowers
       that God has placed for us here.

       As we go through our daily chos
       we all should take time
       to think of the rose.
       just as God has made the rose 
       with all it's splender and beauty
       He has done for us also.

       He has made each of us with special care
       And if we falter he doesn't care.
       His love is unconditional
       and for this I am so grateful.
       It makes him smile to see us grow
       and bloom with his love
       to share one to another.
       So always remember the beautiful rose.


Details | Acrostic | |

A Rose is a rose by any name

Another day arrives so I embrace all I see
Rose becomes a constant inspiration to me
On any given day she opens my eyes
She becomes empowerment that is larger than I.

Every moment feels like it could be the chance
Inside the words lives the opportunity to advance
So sweet are the words that they alter my soul
Arms appear for me to climb from this hole.

Realizing the beauty of the flower that bears this name
Opening my mind in turn changing the game
Something calls to me telling me it shall be okay
Everything I lost becomes lost in yesterday.

By any other name it’s still a beautiful flower
Yearning to grow yet requiring a shower
Anything can happen when a flower grows
Yesterday disappears as my purpose starts to show.

No one can take this away no matter what they try
Angels from heaven let loose a heavenly sigh
My love becomes the focus and nothing is the same
 Every Rose is a rose by any name……


Details | Ballad | |

Roses----the odour of love.

Bravely young lieutenant standing in the battle field hurtlessly.
He captured their enemies very lightly.
His stylist, romantic war, the shield dazzled to see.
He is fond of war and kissing delightly !!

His shiny hair leap and mould prince of wars luminous.
Once he passed, seeing the valley of roses.
 He ponder slightly odourless flowers of roses.
Amazingly, he allured aura inside the valley of roses.

He dreamt that he is in the world of roses.
His heart fluttering and his eyes filled with roses.
The sudden fragrance pouring with gems festival rollick.
But the veiling  Rose  disappered with ivory smiles.

His shying dawn bring coloring lunar reflect his love.
Rosy thorns narrating the gregarious story of loveth.
His rose-world sprouted rootlessly and moths kissing rosy-cheeks.
He seek flower's bazaars also rose wreath.

He sculptured the statue of rose express his love.
Her eyelids feared, roses winging for flowery love.
His rose-blood beloved rose-girl and forgets the bloody war.
He feels like nestling, rose nest covered by love.

The beautiful love period perfumed, the white roses flare as of love-lyre.
He lisped love-language to the fairy rosing.
His enemies pursued and watching his actions  in hidden.
In a night of rain  he sung songs of love, roses floating !

His enemies played their sword at his rose-fairy.
At most joy, her heart fell, gushing rose-petal.
Rose petals mixed his blood and irrigated the valley or rose.
One who see this valley, roses sprout the odour of love natural  !!


Details | Free verse | |

Forever-Part 2

Pacabells cannon starts to play. The gates open and everyone looks my way. Beautiful black and red roses line the red carpet that leads to you. You look amazing tonight too. I look at my white dress as I step into the setting sun. The light catches the black sparkles and roses on my dress and makes me look beautiful, makes me feel like one. A black rose on this beautiful LA sand. A black rose that belongs to a wonderful man. I slowly walk down the aisle. I walk up to you and I smile. There's black and red roses on the alter and I get up ther. I can smell their sweet fregrance in the warm evening air. The paster starts as I look at you. You say you vouls and I say mine too. You say "I do," and I do the same too. You slip yet another beautiful ring on my finger and kiss me so sweetly. We hold hands and walk back down the beautiful rose lined aisle.

 

We walk to the peir where there are beautiful lights hung up everywhere. I spin to look at the beauty and you lean in close to me and say, "wait here." You walk up to the DJ and request and smile as a familure tune comes on. I continue to smile and I take your hand. you walk me back out onto the beautiful sand.  "Our first dance," you say. My smile gets bigger when I here Amazed starts to play. You pull me closer to you as we start to move from side to side. My nourvousness is hard to hide. "You okay beautiful?" you ask softly as you gently run your hand through my hair. "Yeah baby, I'm fine," I say as I see people gather around and stare. We dance and we sway sweetly and quietly. We kiss and dance slowly. We kiss again and you start to sing along with the song. I've been waiting for this day, I've been waiting so long.

 

We'r walking on the beach again. hand in hand. you still in your tux, I'm still in my dress. This is our future. Together. Forever. The setting sun catches my ring. It shines brightly. "I love you," I say and we kiss again. "I love you too," you say and gently pick me up.

You carry me back up to the house. You carry me up sairs and lay me on our bed. You lay beside me and gently kiss my head.

We lay there and talk for hours and hours. We smile and laughas our future stretches on in front of us.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.


My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.


Details | Ballad | |

JULIANA, FAERIE PRINCESS

I gazed upon the trees 
The beautiful trees 
A bramble rose in full bloom 
Framed in a castle window, 
a soft breeze 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Soft light fell 
On a day... 
When only a Prince, 
can take you away 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
You cannot believe, 
unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft kiss of love 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

You returned to a castle 
Bathed in light 
Faeries and butterflies 
On a day,so bright 

Juliana 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

In a walled garden, 
of bramble rose and foxglove 
You cannot believe 
Unless you feel 
Deep in your heart 
The soft embrace of love 

Juliana 
Faerie princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
I am under your spell 

Oh Juliana! 
Faerie Princess 
Soft light fell 
Upon your wings 
You captured everything, 
under your spell 


Details | Pantoum | |

Last Rosebud of Summer

Small burgundy rose bud
Surely the last rose of summer
Very tightly bound like a stud
You've graced my day, an affirmer

Surely the last rose of summer
Winter will come bringing cold
You've graced my day, an affirmer
That my existence should be bold

Surely the last rose of summer
Very tightly bound like a stud
Winter will come bringing cold
Small burgundy rose bud


(Stud here means like a stud on clothes that is an ornanment)


Details | I do not know? | |

The Rose Hangs On

Thirty degrees and heavy frost
Of last night, killed the Impatiens
The running rose blooms and buds frozen
The Ginko is almost naked nearly all leaves gone

Only a few yellow strands
Left on the chilled branches
The white hoar's frost excentuates 
Gold beneath the mostly barren limbs

Air is frozen as breathe into lungs
Comes out as foggy drift
Too cold to linger for the warmth
Of the inside seems so appealing

Responsiblity calls for today
Is celebration Sunday at church
There will be dinner after service
Then an extra choir practice

It was a hectic day but refreshing
In its own way, renewed friendships
Sharing a meal with church family
Seeing people enjoy what I prepared

Went out to see the damage to plants
From the first hard frost of the season
Most tender shoot are totally gone
It is amazing though the rose hangs on


Details | List | |

(ye-no-be

a rose 
a rose 
had bloomed in my presence
is it love 
is it love 
my nose 
smell your perfume
what beautiful 
essences 
i'm told 
i'm told 
that your love is  a present
like christmas
i get butterflies 
thinking about opening 
you should i expect the 
unexpected
i believe with you
my heart is resurrected


Details | Pastoral | |

My child, My Rose

 Today like so many, I said a prayer for the families. For the students that lost 
their lives to a man that many didn't know.


  Heavenly Father, I ask you this day to watch over the families. Watch over the 
souls of the students that lost their lives to an intruder of evil. Evil has prayed 
upon the innocent and those doing your work. I pray for these families, in hopes 
they may find closure to such a tragedy.

 So many lives have been taken. So many hearts have been stricken with grief. 
Allow them to know that only the body is put to rest and not the soul. For the body 
is made from sands of thee earth. To thee earth may the body be replanted to 
sprout new life. May their tears replenish thee earth with water to feed the new 
life. In thee end may life be brought back in the form of a rose. A rose that may 
grow with the darkest shades of red. For it is the color in which signifies "Love". If 
your will. Allow the stem and leaves to be as green as thee pastures for which 
they lay their heads to rest. May the thorns be sharp to protect them for intruders. 
May their rose grow from now until the end.

                                                                AMEN


Details | Romanticism | |

A Single Rose that Grew

A beautiful rose singularly grows amongst the fern and shrub

 Pecularly she grows you see,a wonder no one knows

They see her there they stop and stare  in awe of such a sight! 

How does she grow so tall in might in such little light?

 Petals red  a blossomed head  such beauty she unfolds

Amongst the fern amongst the shrub there  grows a single rose 

set apart from the start one wouldn't 
imagine  a rose  could bloom 

no weed  no dandy seed could bring this beauty doom

Everytime one passes by  they are reminded of her  feat!

for amongst the fern amongst the shrub grows a single rose!



Details | I do not know? | |

The God Of Abraham

Do you know the God of Abraham 
El Elyon, the great I Am
He’s called Yahshua and he can save
The spoils of Egypt Pharaoh gave
By El Shaddai he’s know to some
The nurturing God, the tender one
David’s precious Yah of Psalm
Of Gilead the Healing Balm
The Rose of Sharon wont depart
If you let this rose grow in your heart
The Rock of Ages he’s always been
Who came to earth to bear our sin
Our guilt our shame, he took our loss
And carried it upon his cross
He gave us hope and peace and love
He restored our friendship with God above
The Great Shepherd has many names
But forever and always he’s still the same
He’s known as Jesus to you and me
And with that name he sets men free.


Details | I do not know? | |

Black Rose

A rose of lustrous black sits in a field of nothing but grey, When shall it bloom, the marvelous color that so entices me. Thy thorns pierce my tender flesh, Blood dripping from small unhealable mends. Bud of darkening black as the night is young, When will you blossom into a rose? Beauty is but eternal sleep; your stem is of an ashy essence, Everything about thee makes me want you to blossom. The day you finally open, what joy you will fill me with, Your petals are soft to my smooth skin, Your beauty is everlasting. My rose, when will you blossom, I have waited forever to see your beauty, Whether it is inner or outer makes no difference to me, Love is all I have to give, Oh sweet rose how much love I give to thee.


Details | Rhyme | |

Jesus Lives

Once a very long time was born a perfect,righteous man 
He died upon a rugged cross, but yet, He rose and lived again. 
Jesus died that day but in the grave He didn't really stay 
From the clutches of sin and death He broke for us the chain 
As the boulder from his sepulcher rolled away they said. 
I am so glad to believe that Jesus came in order to save us all. 
And now between our Heavenly Father and us there's no more a wall. 
Because God to this earth His only Begotten Son He sent. 
And Jesus in total perfection his whole life He spent. 
But upon the cross He chose for us to bear our sins. 
He definitely did it all for us out of Love. 
He absolutely did it all just for you and me… 
He died while pleading forgiveness to His Heavenly Father above. 
Yes, death couldn't keep Him down as He rose again that day. 
The grave was found emptied and Jesus was never seen there 
And Jesus bought with his Precious blood our sins that day. 
The stone just rolled away and Jesus lives in my heart everyday. 
Jesus has risen!And He lives! He can wash your sins and mine.Be thankful and pray. 
Jesus my king and Savior lives and always will be here for you and me. 



Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


March,26,2009


Details | I do not know? | |

The Vase

When just a child so young
I saw it in your home
The very beautiful vase
That sat on a shelf alone

A vase of glass cut so fine
It held a single rose divine
Admiring it from afar
At home we only had a jar

Our furnishing were simple
In our home there was no plan
It was not designed by a master
We did the best that we could demand

How could I ever imagine
A vase just so refine
You would put in my trousseau
So I could have a rose divine


Details | Lyric | |

The Thorns And The Rose

We sprawled along the fence that day,
two Roman soldiers passed our way.
They came not today to smell the Rose,
twas we, the thorns, the Soldier's chose.

The beautiful rose most all came to see,
never speaking of or seeming to notice we.
But this overcast day we heard the word thorn,
then King Of The Jews whose head we'd adorn.

To protect the Rose had been our only role,
but today a Crown on a crude shaped pole.
Being forever remembered, and cruelly said,
that at death we adorned the Savior's head.




































Details | Free verse | |

Winter Rose

I planted a winter rose , and cultivated the symbol of love. For these roses are 
purely just,
 for these roses are more than any I suppose.
 My winter rose is but summer filled.
 with moonlit walks and passion thrills.
 For I am partial to song and dance.
 Clearly guided by cherubs bringing romance.
 For rose is my color and song, and rose is my lovers thong. Wrapping her in 
thorns so sweet, 
pricking her toes and binding her feet.
 Rose was and is the flower of love,
 blooming bright in its splendor.
 what else can I ask for?


Details | Ballad | |

THE BRAMBLE ROSE

Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,                                                                                                                       
does not fade 
Hidden delights to be seen 

Delicate blooms with petals of pink 
nestle with flowers of deep yellow 
Such colour, makes you blink 
Fills you with wonder so 

Moss covered stone, 
gentle trickle of stream 
I am alone 
In the garden of my dream 

Blue butterflies abound 
Hear the bird song, 
all around 
Soft hum of  bees, 
through the trees 

The bramble rose 
encircles the dell 
How wonderful is grows, 
by the old well 

The soft scent 
from the bramble rose 
Its' pastel pink flower, 
enriches me so, 
as I sit beneath this shady bower 

This garden seat 
beneath bramble rose 
Away from the heat, 
leave behind your woes 

Sit back and enjoy, 
hum of bees through the trees, 
Colours to make you blink 
from flowers yellow and pink 
Deep in summer wood 

This garden, 
deep in summer wood, 
where beauty grows 
Home of the bramble rose 


Details | I do not know? | |

The rose that did not wither

Did u hear bout the flower that lived without no water or sunlight
It was a rose
A white rose
So striking
So beautiful
So wonderful
It had minimal space to grow
So much facts to know
It was not cared for,neglected
And still it did not wither

It had hurtful animals and weather close by
But they all seemed to pass by
This rose was lonely and looked sad
Deprived of love and sympathy
It was strong however
It was courageous
It was not cared for,neglected
And still it did not wither

It found a way
To live each day by each day
When someone passed by the rose they
trampeled,stampeded,shawned
It was not cared for 
And still it did not wither


Details | Rhyme | |

One Voice

One United States of America for all,
Now is the time to stand up not crawl.
Each American is now against the wall.

Victory can be ours if we stand up tall.
Our ancestors rose up and heard the call.
Independence from tyranny, what they saw,
Collective thoughts rose up and became law.
Enthralled we have become, like a play doll.


Details | Ballad | |

According to the Scriptures

Jesus died for my sins
(According to the Scriptures)
He was laid in a tomb
(According to the Scriptures)
But He rose to life again
(According to the Scriptures)
Now He's coming real soon
(According to the Scriptures)     [Chorus]

Jesus died for my sins, He was laid in a tomb
But He rose to life again, now  He's coming real soon
According to the Scriptures and believed by the saints
Yet if Christ be not raised then our faith is in vain
BUT!  Jesus is alive and He rose from the dead
We're the Body of Christ and Christ is the head
Who's become the firstfruit of those who've slept
Afterward at His Coming, those who have been kept
From the pollution of the world, the solution is faith
Being sealed with His Spirit until we see Christ's day
When all things are subdued and the mountains will fall
The son is subject to the father, God is all and in all
Every knee will surely bow and tongue confess that
Jesus is Lord while secrets of the hearts manifest
Some on the right hand, others on the left
As he separates the wheat from the chaff with his breath

[Chorus]

It's according to the Word, now it's time for you to level
You can't drink of Jesus cup and the cup of the devil
Awake to righteousness and sin not!
And it's ashame if you don't have the knowledge of God
Watch ye, stand fast in the faith be strong
Submit yourself to Jesus flee away from all wrong
For evil companionships corrupt good manners
So stay with holy ones lifting up the Lord's banner
As Christ increases, we decrease daily dying
Maximizing with the People Of War Ever Rising
While awaiting the redemption of our bodies we're victors
And we'll go up in the Rapture according to the Scriptures

[Chorus]


{A rap I wrote while in college in celebration of Easter-  I Cor. 15:3,4}


Details | I do not know? | |

A Faded Rose

A faded rose from days gone by
Just sitting in the dark
Faded petals and dried up leaves
On my soul there’s a question mark.

Why is this rose all dried up,
And faded by the way?
Why is it sitting in the dark
And not in the light of day?

In three more days, will things be better,
Will this rose bloom once again?
The reason this rose is in the dark
Is because of mankind’s sin.

This rose is not really faded,
But it’s a temporary death.
Soon this rose will live again
So we can take a spiritual breath.

The Rose of Sharon rose again
No longer lying in the dark.
But living saving, healing and filling
On our souls, He’s left His mark.
 


Details | Free verse | |

Apostle

He rose from the mist,
came clear and became apparent,
he had risen from where,
mist rose from the dust,
wherever he went,
he shook the dust,
and made for change,
he also churned the sky,
about his height,
to give rise to lot of mist,
each time both cleared,
that is dust and mist,
they clamored for a look at his visage,
that lovely well shaped face,
with that beatific smile,
and a look in eye,
that splattered all intelligence around,
he like a pied piper,
herded them truly around,
they pined for his few words,
for he spoke only a chosen few,
and each time he did,
his undid a knot that strangled many a mind,
they looked for him forever,
and lived under his shadows,
the day came when the familiar mist was gone,
and there lay aheap of dust,
they were looking for him already,
and found the apostle had gone bust,
but he remained in memories for centuries,
they now prayed to him in ethereal and he was god,
the apostle was there and had remained.




Details | Verse | |

At the graveside...

I held the strap taut, bowing down at the dirt,
six feet or more, the rectangular hole,
no sweetness or welcome, just earth on the lid
where resided the bones of the previous soul.

Lowered with care, my brother and I
and two other bearers toiling behind,
the cheap gleaming wood decked with cheap plastic brass,
to a standstill of rest, to an end of a kind.

“The Lord is my Shepard,” we murdered off key
as the wind blew accompaniment over the hill;
ravens took flight to the overcast sky,
rain fell sporadically, spattered with chill.

I remembered her photos of when she was young,
spread on the frayed pinafore there in her lap,
a patchwork of sepia, white and grey dreams
she no longer remembered, her mind set to snap.

The scant recognition then blurred in her eyes,
drained simian brown, no more clear and blue;
her head wisps of silver, mere gossamer strands,
adrift and unkempt, no light shining through.

Her sad loss of reason, the slump of her spine,
the cloud-bank rolled in with no instant of pause,
the stealing of dignity, ravage of time,
the theft of her life, of the woman she was.

I cried her no tears, assigned her no grief,
brushed the rose in my pocket, the flower I hid;
when no one was looking, I bade her farewell,
dropped the rose and a kiss down onto the lid.

When asked about tributes, the family replied,
“She didn’t want flowers, so we’ve done as bid,”
I sat there in silence, bit down on my tongue,
for I knew, from one person, she did.


Details | Lyric | |

The Rose

A seed fell out from the tomb
The flowers died, the seed should die too
But rising sun outlasts the night
As raindrops spill, as the seed learns to fight

A playful leaf, silhouette in the sky
The rose now born decides that it likes
But how to reach when trapped in this form?
And now the rose is lost in a storm

The sunlight draws the rose from its bed
The rose just stares, too lost in what’s said
More rain will come, more dark will rise
More light will come, then more rain to despise

Nothing now but whispers and time
The gentle wind, the lonely inside
The rose just waits to feel it belongs
As gentle winds begin with their songs

Complacent air, atonement for us
The rose has grown, the leaves it can touch
Now patient hope has finally come
And past the dead the rose feels the sun